Continued from yesterday’s post, predictably,  “The Writer (Part 1)“

The writers were at work.

The process of work seemed rather curious. It was a great big library in a great big school in a great big country where escalators went up and down a very spacious, gigantic room with a ceiling at least three floors high.

It was called, predictably, the library.

Therefore, most people seemed to be there for the wireless internet.

Some seemed to be waiting there for their next classes looking over printed course packs they’d obtained from a  copy store nearby.

Some were concentrated on updating their locations on Facebook.

In the library.

A place with rather existential dimensions.
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